When the Orcs first invaded Azeroth, they destroyed Stormwind, causing the once-powerful Kingdom of Azeroth to fall. Later, Sir Lothar led the young Prince Varian Wrynn, who was not yet ten years old, and the kingdom's refugees north by ship, and persuaded King Terenas of Lordaeron and the leaders of other nations to form the Alliance, which eventually defeated the Horde in the Second War.
After Varian returned to his homeland, he rebuilt Stormwind with the support of other nations in the Alliance and the Church of the Holy Light. To commemorate the achievements and sacrifices of the heroes who later crossed the Dark Portal to Draenor, the Orcs' homeland, Varian ordered the construction of statues of five expedition heroes in the Valley of Kings at the entrance to Stormwind, so that the world would remember them.
On either side of that avenue were statues of the Wildhammer dwarven gryphon rider Kurdran Wildhammer, the Stromgarde militia commander Danath Trollbane, the high elf ranger captain Alleria Windrunner, and the Kirin Tor mage Khadgar.
At the end of the avenue, the statue that was as tall and majestic as the city walls, standing with a sword in hand, was the commander of the expeditionary force, the paladin Turalyon!
He deserved such fame and treatment, because this paladin from the Silver Hand was the greatest commander of the Alliance after Sir Lothar.
Therefore, King Anasterian's proposal to make him the commander of the Alliance after Jarod Shadowsong's disappearance was approved by everyone.
Turalyon also knew that now was not the time for him to rest. After receiving the notification, he immediately teleported to Mount Hyjal to take over the work of the former commander and become the supreme commander of the Alliance army.
As for Jarod—of course, the Alliance would not just let him be kidnapped and do nothing. In fact, the moment they confirmed that he had been kidnapped, the Alliance's top assassins were already dispatched, and major intelligence organizations were searching for accurate information about him, ready to rescue him at any time.
Meanwhile, in Northrend, the Blue Dragon King Malygos, according to the plan previously agreed upon by the Ethereals and the Alliance, once again used the Focusing Iris he possessed to extract the magic network energy from Icecrown Glacier, and soon created some void rifts. At the same time, Amir, the commander of the Ethereal's Consortium, and Prince Haramad Farad, the head of the Astral Consortium, also transported various facilities here, creating a special mana furnace near the dangerous void rifts.
On the surface, its role is to extract the void energy from the void rifts and convert it into other usable energy, but in fact, all of this is to deal with Dimensius the All-Devouring, who has been wreaking havoc on Azeroth for many days!
This guy is extremely difficult to deal with. Almost all the powerhouses in Azeroth, including the Guardian Dragons, the Ancient Demigods, the Titan Guardians, and the extraordinary among mortals, have all been dispatched, wanting to fight Dimensius to the death.
However, this void lord has never intended to fight to the death. He always targets those weaker or less prepared enemies. After a few days, those who hunted him were exhausted. At this rate, I'm afraid it won't be long before they are hunted by Dimensius.
"Feralas, Feathermoon Stronghold in Feralas." The Green Dragon Queen Ysera opened her bloodshot eyes, her expression extremely tired.
She was like this not only because she had been chasing Dimensius day and night for the past few days, but also because she constantly used her ability to predict the location where the void lord was about to appear.
If the object of the prediction was an ordinary person, it would hardly cause any damage to her body and spirit, but she had to predict the location where Dimensius would appear next, which required a great deal of energy. In fact, she was almost overdrawn.
The Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza looked at her sister with great concern, "Are you alright?"
"I can still hold on!" Ysera gritted her teeth and said. She turned to Anna, "Teleport!"
Anna opened her mouth to say something, but she didn't know what to say to comfort her. She pursed her lips and whispered, "Come closer to me!"
The other pursuers, including the guardians of Ulduar, the demigods of Mount Hyjal, the Archdruid Malfurion, and several god-level and powerful demigod heroes of Valoran, all came over.
Anna raised her staff high, and dozens of white lights rose under their feet, surrounding everyone. After the light flashed, everyone disappeared from the spot and appeared in Feralas, a continent in Kalimdor, thousands of kilometers away.
Feathermoon Stronghold is the base of the Night Elves, named after Sentinel General Shandris Feathermoon. For a long time, Shandris led the elven troops stationed here. The main reason is that Feralas also has a group of Highborne who strayed here after the War of the Ancients—they still use magic and are not accepted by the newborn Night Elf regime. The two are not harmonious, so the Night Elves built a stronghold here, mainly to contain the development of those restless compatriots.
However, since the Burning Legion's second invasion, the Night Elves' attitude towards these Highborne of Feralas has softened a lot—after all, now Mount Hyjal and the High Elves who were once exiled have become allies, and there is no reason to continue rejecting their clansmen because of their use of magic.
If there are no accidents, it won't be long before this group of Highborne reach an understanding with Mount Hyjal and eventually return to the tribe. After that, the Night Elves will also have mages.
This is not too distant a thing.
A few days ago, N'Zoth's minions came out in full force and launched almost all their forces to attack the land. Mount Hyjal was facing a huge threat. This incident became a catalyst for the reconciliation between the Highborne of Feralas and Mount Hyjal. The Highborne have contacted General Shandris of Feathermoon Stronghold and expressed their willingness to send elite mage groups to Mount Hyjal to support the defense.
Now the situation in Mount Hyjal is tight. As a high-level official, Shandris also knows the news of Jarod's disappearance—you must know that she has been in love with Jarod since the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago. Even now that the other party is married, she still loves him deeply. Hearing the news of Jarod's disappearance, even as the commander of a million troops, Shandris panicked.
Whether for her personally, for the Night Elves, or even for the entire Alliance, Jarod is crucial. At this time, any support is valuable.
Shandris is very clear about the attitude of the high-level officials—or rather, the Archdruid Malfurion and the High Priestess Tyrande—towards the Highborne, so after the other party expressed their intentions, she immediately approved it and asked the Highborne's elite mage group to immediately come to Feathermoon Stronghold, and she also wants to return directly to Mount Hyjal through the teleportation array!
In fact, Dimensius only based his next sneak attack target here for this reason.
In any case, he is now an ally of the Old Gods. Helping allies gain advantages is beneficial to both parties. He has no reason not to do so.
He knows that among the guardians of this planet, there are people who can predict the range of his arrival, but he doesn't care. Because the competition in the past few days has already explained the problem—he is unscathed and has completed most of his established goals, while those guardians who arrived one step ahead are exhausted and have achieved little.
The difference in power was too great. What use was their numerical advantage?
Dimentius decided that after this job, he would summon the Old Gods from another world, as he felt that the Titan planetary defense system on this planet was failing, and summoning the Old Gods from another world here was no longer as difficult as it had been initially.
When the time came, he would let those arrogant and bellicose Old Gods take the lead, and after they had cleaned up the resistance forces on this planet, he would come out to devour this planet—a perfect division of labor!
Dimentius chose his moment. When he detected that the Highborne elven mage corps was preparing to open a portal, he suddenly appeared from mid-air with rolling black smoke, directly plummeting towards the Feather Moon Stronghold.
"Barrier, barrier!"
He heard the shouts of the guardians. Several guardian dragons and Titan guardians joined forces to create a huge barrier over the Feather Moon Stronghold.
The strength of this barrier was such that even a full-force blow from a Titan would have no chance of breaking through. If relying on his own power, Dimentius would not be able to break it head-on in one go. However, he didn't need to do that. As a Void Lord, the great "Devourer of Worlds," no defensive barrier could ever stop him!
"Ha, you really don't learn!" Dimentius began his pungent mockery again, which was his greatest hobby. "Watch carefully as your supposedly sturdy barrier is breached by me for the 77th time!"
"SA!" Dimentius comically uttered an onomatopoeic word. However, just as his body was about to touch the barrier, he suddenly disappeared, and in the next instant, he abruptly appeared inside the barrier.
Ordinary teleportation and blink spells could not directly penetrate such a powerful barrier. This was Dimentius's special privilege. As the "Devourer of Worlds," the last thing he needed to worry about was the enemy's defensive barrier being too strong. Because in front of him, it was simply useless!
"Hello, little pitiful ones! Look, I've come in for the 77th time, are you surprised?" Dimentius opened his mouth and made a cheap sound, which was really inconsistent with his huge, bloated body.
How could the guardians below not know that the barrier couldn't stop Dimentius? But they couldn't not set up a barrier—if Dimentius crashed down like this, I'm afraid all the ordinary people in the Feather Moon Stronghold would be wiped out in the exploding void energy. This barrier was not to prevent Dimentius from breaking through, but to protect those mortals.
The guardians had no reaction to Dimentius's provocation—no matter who was teased by the same opponent 77 times in a few days, I'm afraid it would be difficult to become angry or furious again.
Everyone had become very dull, and even rushing to where Dimentius was about to land and then resisting the opponent's surprise attack had become a routine-like behavior.
"You don't seem very enthusiastic. What's wrong, aren't you welcoming my arrival?" Dimentius broke through into the barrier, but he didn't attack the intended target immediately—that is, those Highborne elven mages—but continued to tease the guardians.
"No answer? How boring… Is it because there are too few people? Oh, it's a bit, it doesn't matter, how about letting my little partners join this carnival too? No objections? Ah, you are so friendly."
Dimentius babbled on.
In fact, while he was talking, he was fighting with the guardians. Both sides were fighting fiercely, but for Dimentius, he was completely at ease and didn't worry at all that these guardians could pose a threat to him.
After saying this, the black mist around Dimentius's body suddenly twisted, and then turned into countless small voidwalkers—"small" was relative to the huge Dimentius. In fact, these voidwalkers were basically 8 to 15 meters tall, which was completely a giant monster compared to mortals!
After these voidwalkers were summoned, they immediately formed a formation and rushed towards the Highborne elven mages in the Feather Moon Stronghold.
The mages could not intervene in the battle between Dimentius and the guardians, but at this time they could not leave even if they wanted to. They could only fight against the rushing voidwalkers together with the night elf sentinels.
Only at this time did the guardians understand that Dimentius's target was this group of Highborne elven wizards.
"Onyxia, go help them!" Bronze Dragon Aspect Nozdormu shouted in a low voice.
During the Cataclysm, the black dragon princess Onyxia absorbed some of the black dragon power from the exploding Dragon Soul, and her own strength was greatly increased. Although she could not compare with the other four real Dragon Aspects, she was not very far behind, and she was also far superior to other dragons.
Her strength was just enough to join the ranks of the guardians, but in the battle with Dimentius, she couldn't do much—basically, she just sprayed fire everywhere, and the damage was negligible to Dimentius.
Hearing Nozdormu's instructions, Onyxia glanced at the other side, roared reluctantly, but still flew over there.
It wouldn't make much difference if she was here or not, anyway, no matter how hard everyone tried, they couldn't beat Dimentius. The meaning of their existence as guardians was only to save as many people as possible from Dimentius's clutches—such as the night elf sentinels and Highborne elven wizards in front of them.
These forces were not too important to the transcendents, but accumulating small amounts can definitely affect the situation of the Battle for Mount Hyjal.
"Little black dragon, did I agree to let you go?" At this moment, a gloomy voice sounded from Onyxia's side and rear. The black dragon princess only felt a chill all over her body, as if she had been frozen by Malygos's frost ray.
It was Dimentius!
"Be careful!" Ysera's exclamation came from behind. Although Onyxia could sense everything, it was difficult for her to react. The biggest reaction was to retract her wings, shrink her neck, and arch her back, trying to minimize the damage she was about to receive.
She had sensed that Dimentius had appeared on her back, and was raising his giant fist, which was not much smaller than her body, and slamming it down with destructive power.
Onyxia's head was a little dizzy, and a strong thought Emerging in her heart:
"Am I going to die? Is this going to be death?"
"Master, come and save me!"
"So unwilling, so unwilling!"
With Onyxia's current body, it was impossible to withstand Dimentius's full blow. Even if it was replaced by an ordinary Titan, it would probably be seriously injured.
However, just as Dimentius's huge fist was about to hit, time stopped.